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Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Bang! Bang! And the head splits open
Like a work of Art
Mushroom pie painted in red
Human form has transformed into mincemeats
'Oh, dear with best thighs, heart-stealing is this environ with abundantly grown stacks of rice and their cobs, or with sugarcane, and it is reverberated with the screeches of ruddy gees that abide hither and thither... now heightened will be passion, thereby this season will be gladdening for lusty womenfolk, hence listen of this season, called Shishira, the Winter...
'At this time, people enjoy abiding in the medial places of their residences, whose ventilators are blockaded for the passage of chilly air, and at fireplaces, in sunrays, with heavy clothing, and along with mature women of age, for they too will be passionately steamy...
Each afternoon in Granada,
each afternoon, a child dies.
Each afternoon the water sits down
and chats with its companions.
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
It made her feel sad and embarrassed
Situation was so sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were not so pressed
Emotions ran high and worries suddenly traced
Maybe a little romance is needed
Lightening our days in all this grey
To place a smile on our faces
seems like I am getting drawn to
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts,
as fiercely as I go in my best efforts
Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
When he came in triumph homeward
With the sacred Belt of Wampum,
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee,
Not in pride thy vows I waive,
But, believe, I could not love thee,
Wert thou prince, and I a slave.
These, then, are thine oaths of passion ?
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Mere amorphous dust in permanent suspension,
in mid-air, nearest to earth and the earth
of your soul MAN, I'm an emissary of some
higher order.What's left of daylight, at night
When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!
What becomes of love that falters
Skies that turn from blue to grey
Tenderness which coldness alters
Eyes then sadly turn away
To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author:
"As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits,which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the CelestialFire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of Wood doth thesame." -- Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy,
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold.
Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold and I am freezing.
Coldness, mindness, mistrust, it is invane, it is insane, the hug of your rage. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's cold, cold, cold and never mind, never mind of your emptyness if you are aware of it.
The coldness of your heart is non sense, it is burning while this coldness clears my mind.
The poet went home so shivering
Coldness of night warmer than her frown
Coldness is felt in many ways;
Laying in yesterdays news
Under an archway is one.
Coldness of winter
And your silence
Both sting the skin of my solitude
the coldness is not
in the dawning of time
the moonless nights
that steel railing on
Clouds are forming,
Trees are clapping,
Their leaves are enjoining their body to move,
Water falls are excited,
My steps my hand,
My coldness my pain,
My battles my scars.
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